though my mouth may wander and the words seek to destroy, though my body may falter as I vomit through my split face, through all of this I am still in love with my life...
right now it's 3 pm and for the last 12 hours i have been in constant pain due to a fall I took yesterday. my forehead is all scrapped up, my lips are fat as hell, there is a chunk of my nose missing, and I have a black eye... about four minutes before I fell i was telling a cop that he was indeed a fucking pig (not surprisingly I got a drunk and disorderly ticket)... and I was so wasted that I have now been puking all day...
and yet i still love my life... it's still worth living...